2 Hours Later...

Rating: 7/10 (11 July 2013)

I'm not gonna lie. This movie doesn't really get on its feet until Brendan Gleeson makes in appearance. Before this moment, there's an unnecessary expository prologue and then Cillian Murphy wakes up in a hospital (apparently zombies are like T-Rexes: they can't see you if you don't move)... and once he's up and walking the streets of London, he acts mostly like an idiot, guzzling a Pepsi in one clean gulp, and reading the most awesome Headline ever before tossing the paper away without bothering to read the story (in a similar situation, I would have read every piece of news I could get my hands on).
Zombie movies are never scary and since Romero seemed to set in stone the idea that they must be allegories of our baser natures, every one has managed to try to say something about us through this motif (well, every GOOD zombie movie). I sound cynical about this one, but only the first quarter of it disappointed. Once it becomes interested in the characters and stops trying so hard to be a "post-apocalyptic zombie film" it really begins upping the game. People stop taking turns acting like idiotic pricks and start caring about each other and suddenly we have a movie worth watching on our hands. Does that make it less stupid in places? Nawp. Does it make it any less entertaining? Oh, absolutely not. There's enough action porn, suspense, and semi-plausible developments to keep most everyone tossing their popcorn; and isn't that the main reason horror movies exist?